Other Fan Fiction ❯ Abyss Corrupted ❯ Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I do not own or have privelege of claiming rights to anything involved with Tales of the Abyss. That's all Namco, and they do it well. I can only lay word that the way I choose to parody the story is my own idea.

Lunarian: I found myself with an incredible urge to write some ToA fanfiction. This is what developed.

Title(Probationary): Abyss Corrupted

Chapter 1: A scene to prologue the start

The sky was clear this night affording a breathe taking view of the planet storm as it traveled through the cosmos. Oft in the distance the rising sun could just be made out inking the borders of the land with a pinkish hue. This night was cool and crisp with a gentle breeze to blow across the land.

From great distance a large structure can be seen reaching up in to the sky. Massive buildings created into the rocky surrounding making it a natural fortress.

Built upon the deep crater left behind by a falling meteor lies the capital city to the kingdom of Kimlasca-Lanvaldear, the Holy City of Light Baticul. Housing within its white pristine walls a population of 500,000 from all castes.

Deep down near the point of impact live the peasants, the vast majority of the populace who are not wealthy or particularly skilled, or even lucky enough to have been born of the upper class. Just below the main entrance off to the north the town's port is located, serving as the main docking station for the kingdom's naval vessels. Level with the terrain around it is the main entrance, a long bridge between the road outside and the city proper.

In here are the foundations of the great city. It's general appearance shifted into three levels. On the first level are the upper class, the shops, the coliseum, the training dojo, the local orders's outpost and two lifts on opposing sides of the Inn. The lift on the left side going straight to the third floor while the other goes to the second floor. On the second level houses the towns guards, their council chambers and various anti-siege weaponry. On the highest level, the third, is where the nobility live as well as the guards main barracks. Off to the side of the castle is where the manor of Duke Fon Fabre lives. It is here within these walls protected by the white knights that this story begins.

Lurking on the limb of a tree concealed within its leaves lay a man. He wore a cream colored shirt, open vested with buttons, underneath an orange tailed-jacket. On his hands he had a pair of thick gloves, light brown loosely worn, and his feet were covered in knee-high boots colored the same. Around his waist was a green sash holding up his long fencer sword, of which he is never without. This man is Guy Cecil, loyal servant to the house of Fabre and best friend to Luke Fon Fabre the heir to the Duke. The cool wind ticked the back of his neck as it flowed through his blonde hair while he observed unseen the happenings of the room through the window.

Inside, the room is well furnished with a tasteful decor. Blue carpeting covers the floor and the walls blend in with a lighter blue pattern. Expensive paintings and trinkets litter the room with a few ferns giving it a pleasant atmosphere. In the center of the room is a bed and it is here that Guy is watching attentively.

In the room was Guy's friend Luke, a young man with long shiny red hair and killer abs.

Luke was moving around in the bed without his clothes on, as an equally unclothed maid had joined him in sharing the bed space. Beds were created for the purpose of sleeping in comfort but currently there was a distinct absence of sleeping going on. The very antithesis of sleep was in fact taking place. The young nobleman was partaking in one of his most enjoyed activities, finding and reaching newer levels of pleasure by the moment as his current partner and himself explored each others bodies with wild abandon.

With his viridian eyes Guy, with his voyeuristic nature, watched in pride as his friend did what he did best. He could tell that Luke was in rare form tonight as the occasional squeak of "Oh, master!" and loud "Kyaaah's!" of delight mixed with the much deeper moans of "Ohhh.." and forceful grunts. It wasn't long before he heard them finish as the girl let out a scream of bliss so loud he was afraid it would alert the guards, and wouldn't that be an interesting situation to burst into.

Satisfied now with the latest memories of tonight's events for when he was alone, Guy pulled his pants back up and carefully climbed back down off the tree. His last view into the room was of Luke drifting off to sleep covered snugly with the luxurious blanket and the maid's glistening naked body as she gathered her clothes before retreating to a bath to clean up.

The image still fresh in his mind he hurried back to his room where he could take care of his own issues of cleanliness and satisfaction.

Soon to be a continuance.